Rogan

Blogging is for whiners and complainers, right?

I try to get on in our culture despite failing to understand anything that interests people. I've been putting up with this Joel-somebody, Seth Rogan charade for long enough. I watched 40-Year-Old Virgin and laughed when I could. Same thing for Knocked Up. They weren't a complete waste of my time. They were tolerable. Like a bad Michael J. Fox movie. Wait, maybe not that good. Sort of like watching Olympic diving or the biathalon. I've even gone so far as to rent Superbad because everyone says it's just so funny. It is currently sitting in my mailbox in Jamaica Plain and will be picked up when I get home tomorrow morning if some petty thief doesn't lift it before then.

The trailer for their new movie is currently available. It's another comically tragic romance about a guy who takes a Hawaiian vacation to get lei'd and forget only to find out that his ex-girlfriend is staying right next door with her straight-out-of-Serendipity long haired foreign pop singer boyfriend. Attention K-Mart employees: Could I get some originality over here on aisle 6? I think that right at this moment I've had precisely enough. I think I'm going to rip open the Superbad Netflix envelope, repackage it, and send it right back.

I refuse to watch serials #3 and 4 from this "comedy" hit factory. It's almost like they're churning them out as fast as they can before anyone can realize just how mediocre they really are. Not even a pre-Truman Jim Carrey was this desperate (nor was he this pedestrian).

Where have you gone, Russel Ziske? Our nation is in need.